ART SERIES .01/81 - ALL THE COLOURS SHE FORGOT

#07 - IN OVER MY HEAD

One of the most significant parts of this series — here’s a little song that has tide me over and that continues to:

“Further and further my heart moves away from the shore
Whatever it looks like, whatever may come I am Yours
Then You crash over me and
I’ve lost control but I’m free
I’m going under, I’m in over my head 
Whether I sink, whether I swim 
It makes no difference when I’m beautifully in over my head”

— In Over My Head, Bethel

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“He measured off another fifteen hundred feet. By now it was a river over my head, water to swim in, water no one could possibly walk through… He told me, “This water flows east, descends to the Arabah and then into the sea, the sea of stagnant waters. When it empties into those waters, the sea will become fresh. Wherever the river flows, life will flourish—great schools of fish—because the river is turning the salt sea into fresh water. Where the river flows, life abounds. Fishermen will stand shoulder to shoulder along the shore from En-gedi all the way north to En-eglaim, casting their nets. The sea will teem with fish of all kinds, like the fish of the Great Mediterranean.

“The swamps and marshes won’t become fresh. They’ll stay salty.

But the river itself, on both banks, will grow fruit trees of all kinds. Their leaves won’t wither, the fruit won’t fail. Every month they’ll bear fresh fruit because the river from the Sanctuary flows to them. Their fruit will be for food and their leaves for healing.”

(Ezekiel 47 MSG)

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30” X 40” - (76.2 X 101.6 CM) | ACRYLIC ON STRETCHED CANVAS

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